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…and upon the turbulent storms of thought bodies are abandoned driven with a canabalizing anticpition of deathlessness that in effortless frequencies selects that which can never be reclaimed whose deliberate movements recollect those tangents that preclude inquiry and articulate themselves in an awareness of vanishing imagination that by its estrangement visits the finding of its self in unifying bonds that emphasizes the immediate shape of shared perception as of a field turning blue in moonlight under snow
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
tell me what do you know...have you you seen a blue field at midnight......
…and upon the turbulent storms of thought bodies are abandoned driven with a canabalizing anticpition of deathlessness that in effortless frequencies selects that which can never be reclaimed whose deliberate movements recollect those tangents that preclude inquiry and articulate themselves in an awareness of vanishing imagination that by its estrangement visits the finding of its self in unifying bonds that emphasizes the immediate shape of shared perception as of a field turning blue in moonlight under snow
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
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